CANE

Having a pregnant fiancée was hard work. There I was, thinking it would be a breeze—a simple nine months of bliss and happiness—it was anything but.

For one, I was stressed. Stressed about the baby. Stressed about Kandy and her comfort and health. I knew she was getting tired of being home so much. She still went to school for her classes, but she’d come right back home, doing as I told her to.

At first, I felt bad for being so insistent about her modified bedrest, but she and I both agreed we would do whatever it took to protect the baby and keep her healthy. When we got deeper into winter, it only intensified my stress. Lora had gotten a cold, so I told her she had to quarantine herself in Mama’s bedroom so Kandy wouldn’t get sick. Of course Lora was annoyed by it, but I didn’t give a damn.

Not only that, but Kandy was starting to show and…I don’t know. There was something about the sight of her carrying my baby that had me reeling. When she undressed around me, revealing her prodding belly, all I wanted to do was lie her on the bed and thrust my cock between her legs. I wanted to kiss her from head to toe, but mostly her stomach, where my baby rested. I wanted her to know that I put that baby there. Me.

I couldn’t have sex with her for nine months, and if I could be perfectly honest, it was fucking torture already. I had made a mental countdown to the days I’d be able to make her body mine again—once my baby was born, and she’d healed properly.

In the meantime, I settled with kissing her…until one night, she surprised me.

“Lay down,” she ordered, walking out of the bathroom in her night gown.

I was sitting on the bed, scrolling through emails on my phone. I’d just gotten back in town from Charleston. Kandy waltzed to the bed, sweeping her eyes all over me. She climbed on top of it, and my brows dipped as I met her gaze.

“What are you doing, Kandy?” I asked, as she tugged on the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips as she pulled them down to my ankles.

“We haven’t been able to do anything in months. My morning sickness is going away and the smells don’t drive me crazy as much anymore. I need to please you for putting up with my shit so far.”

At that, I laughed. “Please me? And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

“I’m going to give you what you want,” she murmured. “What you need.”

“And what do I need baby?”

“My mouth…around your cock.”

A deep groan filled my throat. She didn’t even have to touch me for me to get hard. It’d been five and a half months of no play. I’d had the urge to jack off, but a part of me wanted to wait until we could do something again, just so we could experience the anxiousness together, but I doubted I’d make it that long.

“You sure about this?” I asked as her mouth hovered over the tip of my cock.

“Positive,” she sighed, and then she parted her rosy lips, sealing her mouth around my tip. She gripped my shaft, and the combination of her soft hand and slick mouth was enough to have me throbbing.

“Shit,” I groaned. She took me deeper into her mouth, almost choking on it. “Look up at me,” I ordered. “I want you to watch me while you suck my cock.”

She moaned around me, the vibrations sending spasms down to my balls. Her hand shifted up and down, fisted around my cock, pumping lightly while her tongue swirled around the head. Not once did she take her eyes off of me. She knew I loved that—when her eyes were on mine while my cock was in her mouth.

A deeper groan built up in my throat as I lifted a hand and pressed it to the back of her head. My fingers got tangled in her hair, and I clutched a lock of it, forcing her face down, making her take down every inch.

She gagged around me and then came back up for air.

“Do that again, baby,” I rasped, and she had no problem doing so. She took me all in again, her eyes dropping for just a moment to concentrate—to breathe—and when she came back up, her big brown eyes were on mine again. “Fuck, you look so sexy.” She kept doing that same action again, over and over, taking my cock as deep as she could into her mouth while her hand stroked and pumped the base of my cock. “Shit, I’m about to cum.”

Like I said, it’d been months, and in this moment, patience was not on my side. Gripping either side of her head, I tilted my hips and shoved my cock down her throat. She made a muffled noise, but stayed in place, and a thunderous groan ripped right through me as my cum spilled down her throat.

“Oh, fuck, baby!” I couldn’t even control my voice. That’s how intense my orgasm was. I shuddered as she kept slurping and lapping me up, drinking every drop of my cum. With my hands still on her head, I pulled her head up and watched as she kissed the tip of my dick, making it twitch. “Fuck,” I panted. “You’re still so full of surprises.”

She grinned, and I released her. She climbed up beside me, throwing an arm around my waist and resting the side of her face on my cheek. “Whenever you need to let go a little, just tell me. I still want to please you.”

“I know you do, but it’s fine, Kandy. I will live.”

“I like going down on you,” she giggled. “I like when you lose control.”

“I see that,” I chuckled.

She sighed. “Have you thought of names?”

“No, not really.” We’d decided at Kandy’s 20-week appointment that we didn’t want to find out the gender. We figured whether it was a boy or a girl, we would love him or her regardless. Of course, we shopped for unisex colors, like yellows and greens, and Kandy and Lora had even started decorating one of the extra bedrooms, setting it up as the nursery. We were excited for the baby, and even happier that this miracle was happening right in front of our very eyes.

“I think I’ll leave the name-picking up to you. I’m not really good with names,” I murmured.

“I’ve been Googling some, searching on Pinterest, but there are so many. What about Leo for a boy?”

“Meh. I know a Leo, and he’s an asshole. What else you got?”

“Okay…what about Valerie for a girl?”

“Hmm…I kind of like that. Put it on the list. Any others?”

She sat up, pressing down on the bed with a flat hand. “Okay…this one is going to sound weird…but what about Chance, for a boy?”

“Chance? Like take a chance?”

“Yes!” She broke out in a laugh.

“Isn’t there a rapper with that name?”

“Yes, but that’s not why I want to use that name. The way I see it, this baby is our fighting chance, and if someone ever asked, I’d have no problem explaining how.”

I raised a brow. “Wow. Now that you explain it, it makes sense.” I looked into her eyes. “I like that.”

“So Valerie for a girl, and Chance for a boy?”

He smirked. “I can get down with those.”

“Good.” She climbed on my lap, and her belly settled between us. I felt a kick in my abdomen and smiled. The baby was moving. My baby. “I love you so much,” she said to me, her arms laced around my neck.

“And I love you, little one.” I kissed her upper lip. “So much.”

I’ll be honest, I never thought there would be a day when I was excited to have a baby on the way. My life had been so chaotic and busy that I deemed it impossible, yet on my lap was a pregnant beauty, five and a half months along, and in her womb was my child. Mine. I’d planted that seed, and we were watching it grow.

I never knew such happiness existed, but now that it was happening, I never wanted to let go of it.